This world was originally as peaceful as the pure land of Buddhism, but at this moment, it was covered with black clouds, thunder and lightning, and the entire space became boiling.
Like evil spirits, they have invaded the Buddha's land.
"Tick!"
Black raindrops fell, making the dark sky and earth become darker and colder.
The wind blew across the earth, and the howling sound was terrifying.
The raindrops, heavier than the holy iron, fell to the ground and made deep holes in the already extremely hard ground.
A drop of rain is like an arrow.
The Pure Land of Buddha suddenly became extremely dangerous.
Zhang Ruochen held an iron cloth umbrella that was at the level of a duality king's holy weapon, stood in the rain, and looked forward.
In the field of vision, it is vast and dim.
The rain curtain is like intermittent lines hanging from the sky to the ground.
Most of the raindrop lines are black, but occasionally, a golden line will appear. After falling to the ground, the holes made are bottomless, containing the penetrating power of the Killing Saint.
Zhang Ruochen felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. If it weren't for the faint Buddha light emitting from a bronze temple on the sleeping Buddha, he might not have been willing to move forward.
"What kind of place is this? Is it a Buddhist country or a demonic land?"
The road leading to Sleeping Buddha Mountain is difficult.
The road to mountain climbing is even more difficult.
The road locks between heaven and earth are becoming more dense. Even with Zhang Ruochen's cultivation in the realm of the great sage, he feels that the mountain climbing is very difficult.
"Wow"
A deep ghost gate floated quickly through the rain not far from Zhang Ruochen.
It looks like a door, but in fact, it is a five or six meter long space crack. The crack flies very fast, and the power of nothingness escapes from the other end.
"Boom."
Another magic thunder struck the cliff, splitting down huge boulders the size of houses and falling down the mountain.
"Quack!"
A strange and cold cry came from a copper tree. On the tree, there was a crow with blood-red feathers. Its eyes were like human eyes. When it stared at Zhang Ruochen, it had a blood-devouring murderous light.
It flapped its wings and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, shouting sharply: "Blood! Blood! Blood..."
"I haven't sucked blood yet, and you actually want to suck my blood?"
Zhang Ruochen raised his hand and pointed out, and a powerful and masculine pointing force turned into sword energy and flew out.
The blood-red crows fluttered their wings and turned from one into a group, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen from all directions.
Pointing to the sword, I only killed three of them.
"You can actually still separate yourself."
Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised. The white pure fire of pure destruction escaped from his body and formed a huge fireball.
The blood-red crow hit the fireball, and its feathers burned.
"Boom."
The fireball expanded with the space and turned into a shock wave, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It knocked all the crows away and shattered their bodies.
Only a blood-red crow escaped and flew into the darkness.
There were too many dangers in the darkness, so Zhang Ruochen did not pursue it and said to himself: "There is actually a Nine-Life Blood Crow at the level of the Great Sage of the Thousand Questions Realm surviving here. It is indeed not a treasured place in the Buddha Realm."
Since it is a place where opportunities are stored, how can it be without danger?
Ordinary people cannot reach the land of opportunity.
Zhang Ruochen held an umbrella and continued climbing.
The only sacred place in Sleeping Buddha Mountain is the bronze temple located on top of the Buddha's head.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was standing outside the Bronze Temple. In front of him was the 384-story bronze staircase, which was so majestic that it seemed that if he climbed it, he could reach another world.
Faintly, you can see the outline of the Bronze Temple and the thick copper pillars in front of the temple.
Stepping on the stairs, Zhang Ruochen climbed up step by step.
On the steps, there were fresh blood stains and the remnants of holy soldiers. The blood stains seemed to be integrated with the bronze steps and could not be washed away by the rain. Not long ago, a fierce battle at the level of a great saint must have broken out here. Someone was injured or may have even died.
The rain is falling more rapidly.
There was a popping sound on the umbrella cloth.
Arriving at the top of the bronze stairs, Zhang Ruochen, dressed in blood, stood between two copper pillars. He turned to the right and looked at the copper pillar on the right.
The copper pillar is as thick as a millstone and more than twenty feet high. There is a tall and mighty statue cast on it, with three eyes, holding a sword in each arm, and raising his hands to cut the sky.
Although it is a bronze statue, it exudes extremely terrifying power and contains a breathtaking aura.
Standing in front of it, Zhang Ruochen could only hold his breath, feeling extremely depressed.
Another great sage would never dare to look directly at it like this. As for the monks under the great sage, most of them would already be kneeling on the ground before they could climb the bronze steps.
There are twenty such copper pillars in total, surrounding the four sides of the Bronze Temple.
The bronze statues on the bronze pillars are different from each other.
There is a gleaming Bodhi tree, a giant holding a battle axe, a goddess with a human body and a fish tail, a celestial dragon with nine heads...
Zhang Ruochen walked under the copper pillars and did not dare to take a closer look at their figures, because he would have a splitting headache if he looked at them for a moment, as if all of them were taboo figures and he, who was not in the realm of a great sage, could look directly at them.
"Who are they? Why are their bronze statues cast on the pillars of this bronze temple?"
Zhang Ruochen read countless classics in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, but could not find figures corresponding to them in the classics.
"They are the twenty heavens."
The burly figure of the Emperor Yama moved out from behind the bronze pillar with nine heavenly dragons cast on it.
The divine light on his body was restrained, not as sharp as in the past, and he showed no murderous intent when facing the enemy, just like an ordinary strong man.
However, the more this happened, Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu's cultivation level must have made another breakthrough, and it had become even more terrifying.
A great sage in the Hundred Shackles realm must not only break the shackles, but also practice the rules of the holy way.
Some Great Perfect Saints in the Hundred Flails Realm have only three billion rules of the holy way in their bodies. Some can reach ten billion ways. The gap in combat power between the two is naturally huge.
It is also the Dzogchen realm of Baiyong Realm, and there is still room for improvement.
Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all when he saw the Emperor of Hell Tu appearing. He was like an old friend meeting again, his eyes were calm and he said: "Twenty Heavens, such a strange name."
"The reason why you think this name is unfamiliar is just because their existence has been too long." Yama Huang Tu said.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "How long?"
"It has been at least three hundred thousand years, maybe longer."
Yama Huangtu stood by the copper pillar, looking at the dark mountain, and said: "About 300,000 years ago, it was the time when they completely disappeared. How long ago this name was born, I think only the greatest god today knows."
"The twenty heavens represent the twenty most powerful gods in your universe."
"Before the establishment of the Heavenly Court, they dominated everything, maintained the order of all realms, and frightened the ten clans of hell. When the gods saw them, they had to bow their hands and salute. In that era, the monks in the hell world could only live in darkness. Where could there be any
The glory now?”
Zhang Ruochen listened quietly, like a lost history book being opened page by page.
The King of Hell Tu said: "Each era has different twenty heavens. The same thing is that they represent the strongest of that era. The bronze statues on these twenty copper pillars are actually the earliest twenty heavens.
I don’t know how many thousands of years have passed since our current era.”
Zhang Ruochen said: "Then why don't you tell me about the last twenty heavens? Why did they disappear completely three hundred thousand years ago?"
Yan Huangtu didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action with Zhang Ruochen, and said in an unhurried tone: "Legend has it that they went to do a big thing. Twenty heavens went together, but only two and a half came back."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were deeply focused, he was both shocked and puzzled, and said: "Why two and a half?"
Yan Huangtu turned around, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "The one and a half you are most curious about should be that one and a half, right? The one and a half refers to the Sixth Patriarch."
"When the Sixth Patriarch fled back to the Buddha Realm of the West, only half of his body was left. It is said that the calamity he encountered not only cut off half of his Buddha body, but also cut off half of his life span, so he died on
A Yuan Hui."
Zhang Ruochen said flatly: "It's impossible."
"What's impossible?" Yama Huangtu asked.
Zhang Ruochen said: "The Sixth Patriarch is the most powerful Buddhist cultivator in the entire universe and in the past tens of millions of years. He is the sixth Buddha. Who can kill half of his Buddha body and half of his lifespan?"
Yan Huangtu's eyes were confused and confused, and he said: "I know why you don't believe it, because your master, Holy Monk Xumi, is not as good as the Sixth Patriarch. In your heart, Holy Monk Xumi should have unrivaled influence in the world, right? What a pity.
, there are six ancestors in the twenty heavens, but he is not there."
Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu wanted to use this to mess with his mind.
In the world of heaven and hell, Zhang Ruochen has read a lot of classics, and has learned more about Buddhism, the Kunlun world, and his master, Saint Monk Xumi.
It is recorded in the classics that even when the holy monk Xumi had reached great success, he discussed Taoism and Buddhist scriptures with the Sixth Patriarch, and he always gained enlightenment, benefited a lot, and often felt inferior to himself.
In front of the Sixth Patriarch, the holy monk Xumi was just a junior.
Although Zhang Ruochen had great respect for Saint Monk Xumi and knew that his Dharma was boundless and that he was a powerful person rarely seen in the world. However, he also had a sense of awe for the Sixth Patriarch and did not dare to judge easily.
Zhang Ruochen said: "In the battle a hundred thousand years ago, how many gods in the hell world died at the hands of the holy monk Xumi? Outside Kunlun, there are still many planets that are still blood red to this day."
Yan Huangtu nodded and said: "It is undeniable that Saint Monk Xumi had indeed reached the level of Buddha when he died. The gods who participated in the battle that besieged him all gave such evaluations. Unfortunately, it was him
The last glory disappeared in an instant, and there was no chance of entering the ranks of the seventh ancestor."
As he spoke, Yan Huangtu walked towards the Bronze Temple.
In the temple, there is a bronze statue enshrined, with the body of a dragon but three heads.
One song is for young children.
One song is about the old man.
The song in the middle has no facial features, and there is only the word "" on the forehead.
Yama Huangtu bowed to the bronze statue and said slowly: "He is one of the twenty heavens of three hundred thousand years, one of the dragons."
Zhang Ruochen solidified the bronze statue and felt that the bronze statue was growing taller, forming an increasingly powerful oppressive force.
"The dragons are the former leader of the dragon clan, the lord of all dragons. He married nine wives and gave birth to nine sons, all of whom are extraordinary. Among them, the ninth son has the highest talent and the most extraordinary achievements, and his name is Jiwang."
"As a monk in the Kunlun realm, you should have heard of his name, right?"
Of course Zhang Ruochen has heard of Dragon Lord Jiwang's name.
Legend has it that he is in charge of the Dragon Sun and Moon Chaos Tower, one of the ten most powerful artifacts in the Kunlun Realm, and is a figure who spans all realms.
Zhang Ruochen said: "You said that three hundred thousand years ago, two and a half of the twenty heavens came back alive. Besides the Sixth Patriarch, who were the other two?"
"One of them is the Lord of the Heavenly Palace in your Heavenly Realm." Yama Huang Tu said.
The Lord of the Heavenly Palace is mysterious and unpredictable, and Zhang Ruochen knows very little about it. However, for this person to be able to sit in the Heavenly Palace and command all realms, he is naturally an extraordinary being.
Yama Huang Tu said: "No one knows about the other one. Perhaps only the Lord of Heavenly Palace and the Sixth Patriarch know who he is."
"Some people speculate that he is the Ten Tribulations Wentian Lord of your Kunlun Realm. Some people speculate that he is the Ancient God Panyuan of the Pangu Realm. Others speculate that he is the previous patriarch of our clan."
Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and said: "Can the gods of the hell realm be included in the twenty heavens?"
Yama Huang Tu was silent for a long time and said: "In fact, there is a legend that the twenty heavens are not just twenty heavens, but twenty-four heavens. The other four days come from the hell realm."
Then, he gave a long laugh, shook his head and said: "They are all just legends. How can we juniors who are less than a thousand years old understand what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago? How can we know the secrets of heaven-level people?"
"Times have passed, times have changed, and the rise and fall of heaven and hell are now just idle chatter between you and me. Whether it is the twenty heavens or the twenty-four heavens, it has long become a thing of the past. All the glory of the past has become a thing of the past.
It’s all gone."
"Swish."
Outside the temple, sharp blasts of wind sounded.
Yan Zhexian appeared at the gate. Her beautiful figure, illuminated by the Buddha's light, was projected on the ground, dragging out a long black shadow. Behind her, there were more shadows on the ground.
Zhang Ruochen looked back at Yan Zhexian and said, "So you told me so much, just to delay time."
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When I was writing the last chapter, I got excited and made a mistake in writing a piece of data! What Yan Zhexian told Zhang Ruochen, the number of the great sages of the Yama clan who are stationed here was written as 2,700, and changed to 270.